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NEMESIS: HATE AT FIRST LOVE.

Harro, the 25-year-old scion of a business empire, was a paragon of perfection. His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes made him look like a celestial being, earning him the nickname "Angel." His charming personality, honed from years of navigating high-society circles, had a mesmerizing effect on everyone he met. People were drawn to him like moths to a flame, helpless to resist his captivating smile and effortless charm. But one man remained immune to Harro's allure: Orion Alexander Stone, a ruthless and cunning business rival. With a name that evoked the mythological hunter, Orion was a force to be reckoned with. His piercing gaze and chiseled jawline made him look like a granite statue, impervious to emotions. He saw Harro as nothing more than a pampered, entitled rich kid playing at being a businessman. Fate, however, had other plans. When Harro and Orion met, the air was electric with tension. Despite their differences, they found themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, their mutual attraction growing stronger with each passing moment. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, igniting a passion that neither could ignore. But their love story took a dramatic turn when Harro was involved in a freak accident, erasing his memories of Orion. The man he loved was now a stranger, and Harro was left with a gaping hole in his heart. Orion, determined to win Harro back, set out to rekindle their romance, but the odds were stacked against them. Would they be able to rekindle their love, or would their relationship remain forever lost in the annals of memory?
Eny_Williams · 22.7K Views

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 35.5K Views

Kind Of First Timers In Love

[Dual POV story] At 25, Fuyumi Haruno's love life has been nonexistent since high school, with fleeting crushes and no real connections. Now working as an editorial assistant at a publishing company, she spends her days lost in books and comics. One Sunday, while browsing the bookstore, she encounters a man—one of the cutest she’s ever seen. Their brief exchange about manga leaves her flustered, and she regrets not saying more when he walks away, unsure if she’ll ever see him again. Hirono Matsumoto, 28, hasn’t been in love since his first high school relationship and now lives a quiet life, spending his weekends with friends and his weekdays working as a software developer. During a routine trip to the bookstore, he notices a girl intently studying manga. After offering his opinion on one of the books, he worries he rambled too much and might’ve scared her off. He leaves wondering if their paths will cross again—or if it was just a fleeting moment. As Fuyumi and Hirono continue to cross paths, the spark between them is undeniable, but neither quite knows how to handle it. Their accidental meetings are filled with that awkward charm—neither oblivious to the tension, but both unsure how to navigate it. Fuyumi hasn’t felt this way in years, and Hirono is just as out of practice. Still, with each shy smile and hesitant word, the connection grows, and though neither of them knows exactly where this will lead, they can’t help but laugh at how awkward, yet undeniably sweet, their encounters have become.
cinnamons · 1.6K Views

The Mafia King's First Love

[Completed] Meet the Mafia King, whose fearsome reputation in the Underworld spread far and wide! But he hides behind the identity of a billionaire CEO. Money? Power? Handsome? All check! Except that he had a teensy tiny problem - his ZERO EQ that failed him to understand emotions. Until the day Song Lihua walks in his life. Song Lihua's simple aim in life was to get a job and earn money. But a chance encounter with the Mafia King makes her fall in love with him at first sight. She declares to win his heart one day. But to her shock, the Mafia King himself becomes her next door neighbor! Together with her, the emotions in deep slumber within him began to awaken. Hiding a dark secret from her, the Mafia King slowly grows closer to her. But as he faces a threat that could bring the truth to light, he does something unimaginable to stop Lihua from leaving. Amidst the hidden conspiracies of the Underworld, what will the Mafia King do to keep her by his side? How far will he go to hide his secret? "You are my first love that brought this empty shell of my heart back to life. You have a place in my heart no one else could ever have." - The Mafia King. ------ **Scene excerpt** "Boss, please tell me the source of your skills!" Lihua sobbed. "Cookbooks. Videos." "That's it? You mastered such awesome skills just by that?" "They are too easy." "If it's that easy then why am I suffering like this?" The clueless Mafia King absolutely didn't mean any harm or mockery to her self-esteem by saying the next words. "Lack of talent." "..." -------- You are all welcomed to join my discord ^^ - https://discord.gg/CbhNys444r Follow author on Insta - enthu_reader7 **Cover is designed by artist Vatarison. Insta - vatarison.art**
enthu_reader · 2.2M Views

What Comes After?

What comes after the end? The inescapable void? A relentless darkness where hope is nothing but a distant memory? Who do you trust when you can’t even trust yourself? When the echoes of your past mistakes haunt every step, and the shadows seem to whisper your deepest fears? I asked myself these questions before and after Z-day. I ask them every waking moment, but the answers never come. They never have, and I don’t think they ever will. In a world stripped of its humanity, where survival is the only law, the truth feels like a luxury we can no longer afford. I know that those left behind are the worst of humanity—the scavengers, the betrayers, the ones who have embraced the darkness. But there are also others who fell at the last minute, those who clung to their last shreds of decency before the end swallowed them whole. Some are burdened with crimes that seem small compared to the horrors that now plague the earth, yet the punishment is the same for us all. The doctrine says that sin is sin, no matter the good intentions behind it. I guess they were right. This world is unforgiving, and it doesn’t care about the reasons that led us here. Do I hate it here? Yes, I do. Every breath I take in this poisoned air is a reminder of what we’ve lost. Do I regret being here? Of course not, because I have a sister to protect. She’s my only tether to what’s left of my humanity, my only reason to keep fighting when everything else has been reduced to ash. My name is Paul Okonkwo, and I will get her safely through this hell on earth, even if it’s the last thing I do. No matter what this broken world throws at us, no matter how deep I have to sink into the darkness, I will be the shield that keeps her safe. Because in the end, that’s all that matters—keeping her alive, keeping her safe, even if it means sacrificing what little is left of myself.
Wisdom_Okolue · 919 Views
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